My brother died at 1:00 p.m. surrounded by his children and his fiance', Margaret Hylton.
In the car, on the way home from an appointment in Reno, I had an urge to call and see how he was. My husband said I should call when we got home but I couldn't wait. So, it was 12:40 when I placed the call. I knew his voice was gone but they put the phone up to his ear. I told him, 'I love you, Arlie. You are the best brother ever. I'll see you in heaven, Sweetheart.' I could hear him breathing and I knew he could hear me and was trying to talk to me. I felt so close to him in those moments. That would be the last time I would talk to him on this earth.
He had lung cancer and though he was given just 3 months to live, he held off death for those three and then for 12 more. He was tough and he really loved being alive.
Arlie was the s/o James Lee and Ruth Schooler Hammons. He was born just outside of Yuba City at Franklin Corners. He was one of seven boys and one daughter born to them. He was the 6th child.
His brothers Jim, Dick, Don, Buck, and Merle, preceded him in death.
In addition to his children and fiance', he is survived by brother Lloyd Hammons (Byrl); sister La Verda; Ann, sister-in-law, and "sister" Barbara (R.L.)
Arlie was a US Marine in the early '50s. He was very proud to have served his country. He also drove a truck for a living. Even after he was diagnosed with cancer that killed him, he worked all of the last summer hauling produce and later wheat for different farmers. He loved being behind the wheel of a truck.
His favorite singer was Marty Robbins. He was an avid hunter and outdoorsman and coffee was his drink of choice. Arlie was a very unique man. He was loud and boastress but he had a heart of gold.
He was married to Betty Drennan and fathered seven children, 3 boys and 4 girls, Margaret Jean, who died at birth, James Edward (Debbie), Lester Wayne (Phyllis), Annette Lynne (Tony), Shirley Renee (Johnny) Rose Marie (Arthur) and Joseph Scott.
Joseph has also passed. (Betty, Margaret, and Joseph are listed on Find A Grave.) Besides his children, he leaves 11 grandchildren and 31 great-grandchildren, and many nieces and nephews to mourn his passing. He was loved so much.
After he and Betty divorced, he married Diana "Dee" Rogers. She passed suddenly of a heart attack. He then married a very sweet lady named Liz and lost her also to a sudden heart attack. At the time of Liz's passing, they lived right down the road from us. Though devastated, he got through both of these blows.
Be it stranger, relative, or friend, Arlie was the first and sometimes the only one to lend a hand. If you needed it, and he had it, it was yours. If he didn't have it, he tried to get it for you. Like our Dad, he always had room for a hitchhiker. That scared me to death.
One Friday night, at the car races in Marysville, CA., there was a very obnoxious drunk hollering and trying to pick a fight. Arlie went up and sat down beside him and ask if he could watch the race with him. They had a gay old time. By the time the race was over, the guy was fairly sober and he and Arlie were bosom buddies. I could never identify with people like he could.
Growing up with Arlie was a joy. Though 6 years older, he always had time for me. He made sure I was always safe.
When his oldest brother, my biological father, Jim, died in 1940, I was 2 1/2 years old and had been living with his parents, (my grandparents) and their family since I was 10 months old. My mother had no way to support me so she left me in their care when she and Daddy Jim separated. I was raised as their own.
Once, when I was about 5 years old, I ran after the "boys" (Buck, Arlie, and Lloyd). I stubbed my toe and tore off the nail. Boy! Did I ever holler and cry! Buck and Lloyd never came back for me, but Arlie did. He carried me all the way back home.
Another time we had gone swimming and had strict orders to be home by 5. We had no watches but asked the time and started home. My bike threw its chain. Arlie waited up for me and together we pushed our bikes home. He knew we would be late and he knew a whipping waited for us but he walked along beside me anyway.
In later years he popped in and out of my life and was so welcomed. He moved near me when our brother Buck was diagnosed with cancer. After Bucks passing, he moved back to Idaho where he was so happy but every Saturday morning at 8 my phone would ring and it would be him. How I will miss the sound of his sweet voice.
Arlie,
I don't love you just because you're my brother
It's more than that, much more.
It's childhood dreams we shared together, the games we
made upon those lazy summer days and the trouble we got into together.
It's the pain and the joys that we've seen each other through
And the year after year of just knowing you were there.
I don't love you just because you're my brother
I love you because you're my friend.
To my family,
When I am gone, just release me, let me go--so I can move into my afterglow.
You mustn't tie me down with your tears; let's be happy that we shared so many years.
I gave you my love; you can only guess how much you gave me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you each have shown, but now it's time I traveled on alone.
So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must, then let your grief be comforted with trust.
It's only for a while that we must part, so bless the memories within your heart,
And then, when you must come this way alone, I'll greet you with a smile and a "WELCOME HOME."
(author unknown)
July 26, 2008...Arlie's ashes were laid to rest today, next to his wife, "Dee" by his son, two daughters, and his companion, Margaret.
...And,'THAT'S ALL FOLKS'!
I love you, Arlie. Rest in Peace.
In the car, on the way home from an appointment in Reno, I had an urge to call and see how he was. My husband said I should call when we got home but I couldn't wait. So, it was 12:40 when I placed the call. I knew his voice was gone but they put the phone up to his ear. I told him, 'I love you, Arlie. You are the best brother ever. I'll see you in heaven, Sweetheart.' I could hear him breathing and I knew he could hear me and was trying to talk to me. I felt so close to him in those moments. That would be the last time I would talk to him on this earth.
He had lung cancer and though he was given just 3 months to live, he held off death for those three and then for 12 more. He was tough and he really loved being alive.
Arlie was the s/o James Lee and Ruth Schooler Hammons. He was born just outside of Yuba City at Franklin Corners. He was one of seven boys and one daughter born to them. He was the 6th child.
His brothers Jim, Dick, Don, Buck, and Merle, preceded him in death.
In addition to his children and fiance', he is survived by brother Lloyd Hammons (Byrl); sister La Verda; Ann, sister-in-law, and "sister" Barbara (R.L.)
Arlie was a US Marine in the early '50s. He was very proud to have served his country. He also drove a truck for a living. Even after he was diagnosed with cancer that killed him, he worked all of the last summer hauling produce and later wheat for different farmers. He loved being behind the wheel of a truck.
His favorite singer was Marty Robbins. He was an avid hunter and outdoorsman and coffee was his drink of choice. Arlie was a very unique man. He was loud and boastress but he had a heart of gold.
He was married to Betty Drennan and fathered seven children, 3 boys and 4 girls, Margaret Jean, who died at birth, James Edward (Debbie), Lester Wayne (Phyllis), Annette Lynne (Tony), Shirley Renee (Johnny) Rose Marie (Arthur) and Joseph Scott.
Joseph has also passed. (Betty, Margaret, and Joseph are listed on Find A Grave.) Besides his children, he leaves 11 grandchildren and 31 great-grandchildren, and many nieces and nephews to mourn his passing. He was loved so much.
After he and Betty divorced, he married Diana "Dee" Rogers. She passed suddenly of a heart attack. He then married a very sweet lady named Liz and lost her also to a sudden heart attack. At the time of Liz's passing, they lived right down the road from us. Though devastated, he got through both of these blows.
Be it stranger, relative, or friend, Arlie was the first and sometimes the only one to lend a hand. If you needed it, and he had it, it was yours. If he didn't have it, he tried to get it for you. Like our Dad, he always had room for a hitchhiker. That scared me to death.
One Friday night, at the car races in Marysville, CA., there was a very obnoxious drunk hollering and trying to pick a fight. Arlie went up and sat down beside him and ask if he could watch the race with him. They had a gay old time. By the time the race was over, the guy was fairly sober and he and Arlie were bosom buddies. I could never identify with people like he could.
Growing up with Arlie was a joy. Though 6 years older, he always had time for me. He made sure I was always safe.
When his oldest brother, my biological father, Jim, died in 1940, I was 2 1/2 years old and had been living with his parents, (my grandparents) and their family since I was 10 months old. My mother had no way to support me so she left me in their care when she and Daddy Jim separated. I was raised as their own.
Once, when I was about 5 years old, I ran after the "boys" (Buck, Arlie, and Lloyd). I stubbed my toe and tore off the nail. Boy! Did I ever holler and cry! Buck and Lloyd never came back for me, but Arlie did. He carried me all the way back home.
Another time we had gone swimming and had strict orders to be home by 5. We had no watches but asked the time and started home. My bike threw its chain. Arlie waited up for me and together we pushed our bikes home. He knew we would be late and he knew a whipping waited for us but he walked along beside me anyway.
In later years he popped in and out of my life and was so welcomed. He moved near me when our brother Buck was diagnosed with cancer. After Bucks passing, he moved back to Idaho where he was so happy but every Saturday morning at 8 my phone would ring and it would be him. How I will miss the sound of his sweet voice.
Arlie,
I don't love you just because you're my brother
It's more than that, much more.
It's childhood dreams we shared together, the games we
made upon those lazy summer days and the trouble we got into together.
It's the pain and the joys that we've seen each other through
And the year after year of just knowing you were there.
I don't love you just because you're my brother
I love you because you're my friend.
To my family,
When I am gone, just release me, let me go--so I can move into my afterglow.
You mustn't tie me down with your tears; let's be happy that we shared so many years.
I gave you my love; you can only guess how much you gave me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you each have shown, but now it's time I traveled on alone.
So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must, then let your grief be comforted with trust.
It's only for a while that we must part, so bless the memories within your heart,
And then, when you must come this way alone, I'll greet you with a smile and a "WELCOME HOME."
(author unknown)
July 26, 2008...Arlie's ashes were laid to rest today, next to his wife, "Dee" by his son, two daughters, and his companion, Margaret.
...And,'THAT'S ALL FOLKS'!
I love you, Arlie. Rest in Peace.
My brother died at 1:00 p.m. surrounded by his children and his fiance', Margaret Hylton.
In the car, on the way home from an appointment in Reno, I had an urge to call and see how he was. My husband said I should call when we got home but I couldn't wait. So, it was 12:40 when I placed the call. I knew his voice was gone but they put the phone up to his ear. I told him, 'I love you, Arlie. You are the best brother ever. I'll see you in heaven, Sweetheart.' I could hear him breathing and I knew he could hear me and was trying to talk to me. I felt so close to him in those moments. That would be the last time I would talk to him on this earth.
He had lung cancer and though he was given just 3 months to live, he held off death for those three and then for 12 more. He was tough and he really loved being alive.
Arlie was the s/o James Lee and Ruth Schooler Hammons. He was born just outside of Yuba City at Franklin Corners. He was one of seven boys and one daughter born to them. He was the 6th child.
His brothers Jim, Dick, Don, Buck, and Merle, preceded him in death.
In addition to his children and fiance', he is survived by brother Lloyd Hammons (Byrl); sister La Verda; Ann, sister-in-law, and "sister" Barbara (R.L.)
Arlie was a US Marine in the early '50s. He was very proud to have served his country. He also drove a truck for a living. Even after he was diagnosed with cancer that killed him, he worked all of the last summer hauling produce and later wheat for different farmers. He loved being behind the wheel of a truck.
His favorite singer was Marty Robbins. He was an avid hunter and outdoorsman and coffee was his drink of choice. Arlie was a very unique man. He was loud and boastress but he had a heart of gold.
He was married to Betty Drennan and fathered seven children, 3 boys and 4 girls, Margaret Jean, who died at birth, James Edward (Debbie), Lester Wayne (Phyllis), Annette Lynne (Tony), Shirley Renee (Johnny) Rose Marie (Arthur) and Joseph Scott.
Joseph has also passed. (Betty, Margaret, and Joseph are listed on Find A Grave.) Besides his children, he leaves 11 grandchildren and 31 great-grandchildren, and many nieces and nephews to mourn his passing. He was loved so much.
After he and Betty divorced, he married Diana "Dee" Rogers. She passed suddenly of a heart attack. He then married a very sweet lady named Liz and lost her also to a sudden heart attack. At the time of Liz's passing, they lived right down the road from us. Though devastated, he got through both of these blows.
Be it stranger, relative, or friend, Arlie was the first and sometimes the only one to lend a hand. If you needed it, and he had it, it was yours. If he didn't have it, he tried to get it for you. Like our Dad, he always had room for a hitchhiker. That scared me to death.
One Friday night, at the car races in Marysville, CA., there was a very obnoxious drunk hollering and trying to pick a fight. Arlie went up and sat down beside him and ask if he could watch the race with him. They had a gay old time. By the time the race was over, the guy was fairly sober and he and Arlie were bosom buddies. I could never identify with people like he could.
Growing up with Arlie was a joy. Though 6 years older, he always had time for me. He made sure I was always safe.
When his oldest brother, my biological father, Jim, died in 1940, I was 2 1/2 years old and had been living with his parents, (my grandparents) and their family since I was 10 months old. My mother had no way to support me so she left me in their care when she and Daddy Jim separated. I was raised as their own.
Once, when I was about 5 years old, I ran after the "boys" (Buck, Arlie, and Lloyd). I stubbed my toe and tore off the nail. Boy! Did I ever holler and cry! Buck and Lloyd never came back for me, but Arlie did. He carried me all the way back home.
Another time we had gone swimming and had strict orders to be home by 5. We had no watches but asked the time and started home. My bike threw its chain. Arlie waited up for me and together we pushed our bikes home. He knew we would be late and he knew a whipping waited for us but he walked along beside me anyway.
In later years he popped in and out of my life and was so welcomed. He moved near me when our brother Buck was diagnosed with cancer. After Bucks passing, he moved back to Idaho where he was so happy but every Saturday morning at 8 my phone would ring and it would be him. How I will miss the sound of his sweet voice.
Arlie,
I don't love you just because you're my brother
It's more than that, much more.
It's childhood dreams we shared together, the games we
made upon those lazy summer days and the trouble we got into together.
It's the pain and the joys that we've seen each other through
And the year after year of just knowing you were there.
I don't love you just because you're my brother
I love you because you're my friend.
To my family,
When I am gone, just release me, let me go--so I can move into my afterglow.
You mustn't tie me down with your tears; let's be happy that we shared so many years.
I gave you my love; you can only guess how much you gave me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you each have shown, but now it's time I traveled on alone.
So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must, then let your grief be comforted with trust.
It's only for a while that we must part, so bless the memories within your heart,
And then, when you must come this way alone, I'll greet you with a smile and a "WELCOME HOME."
(author unknown)
July 26, 2008...Arlie's ashes were laid to rest today, next to his wife, "Dee" by his son, two daughters, and his companion, Margaret.
...And,'THAT'S ALL FOLKS'!
I love you, Arlie. Rest in Peace.
In the car, on the way home from an appointment in Reno, I had an urge to call and see how he was. My husband said I should call when we got home but I couldn't wait. So, it was 12:40 when I placed the call. I knew his voice was gone but they put the phone up to his ear. I told him, 'I love you, Arlie. You are the best brother ever. I'll see you in heaven, Sweetheart.' I could hear him breathing and I knew he could hear me and was trying to talk to me. I felt so close to him in those moments. That would be the last time I would talk to him on this earth.
He had lung cancer and though he was given just 3 months to live, he held off death for those three and then for 12 more. He was tough and he really loved being alive.
Arlie was the s/o James Lee and Ruth Schooler Hammons. He was born just outside of Yuba City at Franklin Corners. He was one of seven boys and one daughter born to them. He was the 6th child.
His brothers Jim, Dick, Don, Buck, and Merle, preceded him in death.
In addition to his children and fiance', he is survived by brother Lloyd Hammons (Byrl); sister La Verda; Ann, sister-in-law, and "sister" Barbara (R.L.)
Arlie was a US Marine in the early '50s. He was very proud to have served his country. He also drove a truck for a living. Even after he was diagnosed with cancer that killed him, he worked all of the last summer hauling produce and later wheat for different farmers. He loved being behind the wheel of a truck.
His favorite singer was Marty Robbins. He was an avid hunter and outdoorsman and coffee was his drink of choice. Arlie was a very unique man. He was loud and boastress but he had a heart of gold.
He was married to Betty Drennan and fathered seven children, 3 boys and 4 girls, Margaret Jean, who died at birth, James Edward (Debbie), Lester Wayne (Phyllis), Annette Lynne (Tony), Shirley Renee (Johnny) Rose Marie (Arthur) and Joseph Scott.
Joseph has also passed. (Betty, Margaret, and Joseph are listed on Find A Grave.) Besides his children, he leaves 11 grandchildren and 31 great-grandchildren, and many nieces and nephews to mourn his passing. He was loved so much.
After he and Betty divorced, he married Diana "Dee" Rogers. She passed suddenly of a heart attack. He then married a very sweet lady named Liz and lost her also to a sudden heart attack. At the time of Liz's passing, they lived right down the road from us. Though devastated, he got through both of these blows.
Be it stranger, relative, or friend, Arlie was the first and sometimes the only one to lend a hand. If you needed it, and he had it, it was yours. If he didn't have it, he tried to get it for you. Like our Dad, he always had room for a hitchhiker. That scared me to death.
One Friday night, at the car races in Marysville, CA., there was a very obnoxious drunk hollering and trying to pick a fight. Arlie went up and sat down beside him and ask if he could watch the race with him. They had a gay old time. By the time the race was over, the guy was fairly sober and he and Arlie were bosom buddies. I could never identify with people like he could.
Growing up with Arlie was a joy. Though 6 years older, he always had time for me. He made sure I was always safe.
When his oldest brother, my biological father, Jim, died in 1940, I was 2 1/2 years old and had been living with his parents, (my grandparents) and their family since I was 10 months old. My mother had no way to support me so she left me in their care when she and Daddy Jim separated. I was raised as their own.
Once, when I was about 5 years old, I ran after the "boys" (Buck, Arlie, and Lloyd). I stubbed my toe and tore off the nail. Boy! Did I ever holler and cry! Buck and Lloyd never came back for me, but Arlie did. He carried me all the way back home.
Another time we had gone swimming and had strict orders to be home by 5. We had no watches but asked the time and started home. My bike threw its chain. Arlie waited up for me and together we pushed our bikes home. He knew we would be late and he knew a whipping waited for us but he walked along beside me anyway.
In later years he popped in and out of my life and was so welcomed. He moved near me when our brother Buck was diagnosed with cancer. After Bucks passing, he moved back to Idaho where he was so happy but every Saturday morning at 8 my phone would ring and it would be him. How I will miss the sound of his sweet voice.
Arlie,
I don't love you just because you're my brother
It's more than that, much more.
It's childhood dreams we shared together, the games we
made upon those lazy summer days and the trouble we got into together.
It's the pain and the joys that we've seen each other through
And the year after year of just knowing you were there.
I don't love you just because you're my brother
I love you because you're my friend.
To my family,
When I am gone, just release me, let me go--so I can move into my afterglow.
You mustn't tie me down with your tears; let's be happy that we shared so many years.
I gave you my love; you can only guess how much you gave me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you each have shown, but now it's time I traveled on alone.
So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must, then let your grief be comforted with trust.
It's only for a while that we must part, so bless the memories within your heart,
And then, when you must come this way alone, I'll greet you with a smile and a "WELCOME HOME."
(author unknown)
July 26, 2008...Arlie's ashes were laid to rest today, next to his wife, "Dee" by his son, two daughters, and his companion, Margaret.
...And,'THAT'S ALL FOLKS'!
I love you, Arlie. Rest in Peace.
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Cause of death: Lung Cancer.
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